Chad finally stumbled back home, weary but triumphant.
Did it always take him that long to return home each day from whatever little trip he goes on? Yep…
Why not toss in some *** or a flashy time-skip cutscene to skip the walking-home part of the story?
Because... it was about the journey, not just the destination.
...Okay, that was a lie. It was totally about the destination—reaching home to bask in the warmth of his beloved waifu and share a tender, intimate moment with her.
That day, Chad had encountered over a thousand naked women on his sweaty trek home.
His length found its way into the mouths and warm centres of a couple—Kerry and Autumn—along with a freaky run-in involving Granny Ada.
Fortunately, Chad skilfully guided the other hostages through much of the action.
Normally, he couldn't hold back his release for long, but this time, he made absolutely sure his load burst inside the woman in the red dress—a sleek, mature bombshell in her mid-twenties with jaw-dropping red nipples... not some 120-year-old fossil like Ada.
He didn't know the red-dress chick's name, but he was beyond thrilled he shot his load down her throat. The others were furious he didn't finish inside Ada's mouth. His excuse? "I didn't feel it shooting out." Total nonsense.
Oh, the girl in the red dress was called… not the woman in red.
In fact, she wasn't even wearing a dress—she had on some kind of red military-style uniform.
Dresses and military uniforms look so similar to Chad... it's hard to tell.
Her name was ZERO TWO. He only remembered it because it was a number, and he found numbers easier to remember than names.
ZERO TWO really struggled not to swallow his load, but through sheer willpower, she managed. In the end... she spat it out—into the cups.
She was a hero as well!
Many Chad babies might be made now thanks to her heroic courage... of not swallowing Chad's load.
Chad isn't the only heroic one this day.
Yeah, he had plenty of encounters on the way home… But honestly, he got them wherever he went.
Whether it was in RPGs or real life, Chad didn't mind random encounters.
In both games and reality, they were vital—each one gave him the experience points he needed... .
…to become even more skilled at pleasuring his beloved waifu pillow.
To access his place of residence, rather than employing a sophisticated fingerprint scanner or advanced retinal recognition system, he used a discreet slot designed to accept his penis. The door unlocked only if the system verified that the penis matched Chad's distinctive big size and huge girth.
Before he just shoved his dick inside it, like a horny guy shoving his dick in any hole he could find, he carefully inspected the concealed opening to ensure no black widows were lurking within that would nip his dongle.
Some women, passing by this unconventional mechanism, had been known to insert their tongues, attempting to taste any lingering traces of him. Fortunately, he had never ejaculated within the lock, as doing so could have short-circuited the delicate electronics.
After pulling his dick out of the security lock, it only ripped out a couple of his pubes this time. Then he went back into the house.
Chad was kind of lucky to have his own house... a house he'd won by playing in a professional POGS tournament. He had the best slamming power and totally dominated.
Having a house of his own meant he could just throw his clothes anywhere, sleep naked, shower naked... and do whatever he wanted.
And no rent boys came around asking for rent payments. How he pitied rent boys... what a pain in the ass that job must be. Chad was so glad he'd landed a better job... a real job... as an NFT seller.
He found JPGs of cat and donkey butts on Google Images and sold them for 50 grand a pop. He wasn't quite sure why people bought them, but whatever—it was free money for him. #morons
He went to sell his sleeping waifu—still on the bed where he'd left her—and couldn't help coughing as he looked around his room. The white cum-powder mist still lingered from when Seraphina and the other girls had broken into his place and fought over his waifu pillow, causing his dried cum particles to explode into the air.
What was all this thick white fog? Chad thought. Did I just walk into Silent Hill?
The air had a strong taste—like Limburger cheese, or something equally cursed and dairy-fogged. Whatever it was, it clung to his tongue and haunted his nostrils.
Maybe they'd updated his waifu's tech… And now she was capable of farting? Was that part of the patch notes?
He walked over and kissed her on the neck—the spot where her neck was printed on the pillow. She didn't react.
Weird.
He headed to his laptop to see what was up, opening the Waifu Control Hub—clicking into the "Hubby" page. Apparently, there'd been an automatic update… but it wasn't installing properly. Twenty hours to go.
"I hate these forced updates!!" he groaned. "Like when you just wanna log in to read something or read his junk emails advertising penis enlargement pills and those ones about saving whales…"
Chad didn't want to save whales. He didn't want to collect whales. He didn't even have space in his place for whales.
"But nooo, they force these stupid updates on you!"
All he wanted was to enjoy his waifu. Maybe shoot a couple of loads over her face… and tits…
…But of course, tech had to cockblock him.
Sure, he could do it while she was in sleep mode… But wasn't that kinda… committing the R word? That rhymes with ape… Wasn't it?
Having sex and humping a girl/waifu when they are asleep or unconscious is a big no-no.
"Well... this night's ruined," he muttered.
...Or was it?
He saw a pile of sexy clothes on the floor—clothes he doesn't remember wearing or throwing into the middle of his bedroom. A red sports bra, a velvet thong, a sheer g-string, cotton panties, fishnet stockings… and more.
Maybe he had, in fact, fast-travelled and forgotten he was wearing these? Or maybe an Amazon drone dropped them off while he wasn't looking?
He picked up the thong and gave it a good sniff.
These were definitely not mine, he thinks. It smells way too nice.
He took off all his clothes and slipped into some of the cotton panties, glancing at his waifu—instantly getting a boner.
"The material's sooo thin… It can't handle my raging boner," he muttered, laughing as the fabric stretched to its limit.
Then he noticed the blood on the floor from Seraphina's nosebleed and scratched his head. Still, a wave of relief washed over him as he glanced at his waifu. At least she wasn't pregnant. If she was bleeding, that meant I was in the clear… right?
Ugh. A screaming, smelly brat? No thanks. That'd be the end of my sanity.
"They're making waifus more and more lifelike every year," he mused, staring at his pillow waifu—completely flat, with a faded, printed-on smile and no depth whatsoever.
He sighed. So real. So lifelike. Truly, the future was now.
And then it hit him.
He'd just donated his sperm. To loads of women. Outside the sperm bank.
What if they tracked him down and asked him to help raise the kids?!
He screamed, "NOOO!!!"
"I'll just change my name or something… go by Vlad or whatever… Stick a moustache made out of pubes to my face to disguise myself. Not mine, though—no, no. Maybe a girl will donate some. I wanted nice-smelling pubes under my nose."